One of my colleagues came to me for help this morning. Apparently, he has a set of scribblings that he wanted to transform into a speechlike composition. It was for his Toastmaster presentation, he said. (I was sought because he thinks that I contain more shits than him in composing stories in English). And hence I did him the favour - I transformed his ideas into a speechlike composition. His topic is about defining LOVE. A naive attempt, but I thought it was kinda interesting the way he described it… and I felt compelled to share it out here. Enjoy reading.
What is LOVE, some people say love is a feeling, of affection or solicitude.
There are many types of LOVE that we know of - family love, friendship love and the most popular of all, relationship love.
Love doesn’t discriminate. Whether you’re old or young, rich and successful, or not, your life will be out of focus and boring without it.
But no matter what type of love that we’re talking about, one thing for sure, is that love… is something that’s very essential in our life. It’s the same universal feeling that everyone seeks, whether to love or to be loved.
But not many people are lucky in love though, I’m the living example of such people…
Most of the time, people would selfishly blame their difficult relationships at their loved ones instead of themselves, for not being understanding, not caring, or shower them with enough love….
These are the cynical type of people, that expected everyone else except himself to give out commitment like free coupons. They only make “withdrawals” out of their relationship accounts, but unwilling to “deposit” anything into it. Sooner or later, that account is going to be exhausted due to excessive withdrawals.
Well, that’s the kind of mistake I frequently made in the past. I’m embarrassed that I had been such a cynical person in relationships, especially with my family members.
I always blame my father for not providing enough financial support for the family, for not giving us enough good tertiary educations, and many more… Every time when we talk about money and about our lack of desirables, we’ll eventually end up quarrelling and hurting each other emotionally
What’s worse, all these happened even though I was aware that he already gave more than he could for the best of the family…
I had tried telling myself to change my ways, but I always failed.
And my procrastination took it’s toll last year, when my father met with an accident and succumbed to his injuries. It’s too late now, whatever that I wanted to tell him, he’ll never get to hear it ever again.
Having learned a valuable lesson, I started to comprehend the meaning of LOVE - that it is not something that happens out of sheer coincidence or born out of fate. A good relationship can only be fostered through mutual commitments and a great deal of understanding. It’s not something to be taken for granted to fulfill your personal expectations.
It’s about all about ‘deposits’, not only ‘withdrawals’.
It may be too late for my father, but I hope it’s still not too late for others.
Let’s LOVE again.
Well, he definitely has a point. But then, I don’t think I’m ready to get myself to define love yet. I’m just starting to get a small gist of it…